This is a poem that I want to tell my friend, by don't have the guts.
I'm on another
cutting
binge.
All you've done,
all my mom's done,
it's over flowing.
It's just another thing
you can't do a
thing about.
Once I realized you weren't
coming to see if I was
crying,
I decided to turn to
ice and forget how to
cry.
I'm going on a cutting
binge because of
you.
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